Improper Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Improper

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Improper


Once on way out and in
Iran and Pakistan
I had to; and stopped
In Shir Gauz.

Among us was a man…
he led us with his car
and acted civilized
Indian, his style…

Took a sip of milk-tea
rinsed, spit far across
food; still on the ground
his mess passed a mass.

That, to him civilized
to me was total wrong
improper

News talks of Cornwall
“Racial slurs reported, ”
Improper Racial slurs?
who defines proper?

Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: proclamation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rahman Henry 08 December 2015

Excellently inked poem....

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Nassy Fesharaki 13 December 2015

Thank you and sorry for delay

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